Tokoyami steps forward and places a steadying hand on Hawks' shoulder. "I'll go and get us coffee then. I'm sure it'll be a long night."

"You're... you're not mad at me, for Bakugo?"

"Like I said before, Kiego. I will always have complete, unshakable faith in your choices, that will never change."

Yuna's a cat.

Their civilian is a quirkless feline heteromorph.

Who... he's pretty sure he recognises.

"She uh—she looks like she's got a quirk but she doesnt, she'll come to you if she wants to. Other than Mori that's everyone. Mori's in charge, and he's a dipshit who thinks he's hot shit cause he can hustle a pool table with his quirk, it's pathetic." Yet he seems fond of them. It's stupidly cute.

With Riot on the bed, Katsuki stepped back to wait. After all, he wanted his lover awake for what was about to happen. No way was Katsuki going to fuck this up. Not with his prize so close at hand.

After tonight, the notorious Blood Riot would be all /his/.

🫀🌹❤️‍🔥🌹🫀

Tokoyami's quiet, for just a little too long. before his shoulders drop, and he breaths out a heavy sigh. All those good feelings Hawks had been enjoying are gone.

Tokoyami turns, and hands him the phone, expression grave. "...They found Snipe."

He did what he always does: He lost his shit.

And now, he’s paying the price.

Tokoyami silently bows his head and motions to the window. "Whenever you're ready."

And, to his credit, Kirishima backs away. Tears roll down his face, soft fragments of starlight shattering and shimmering on his cheeks. With one final glance, he flees the apartment. The door slams shut behind him.

💥🍆💥🍆💥

It picks up on the third ring. "Hawks? It's quite late, is everything okay?"

"Wanna go grab some chicken? I need a breather. Everything's all... mad banquet up here" there's a soft, but deep huff of a laugh on the other end of the call, fond. It makes Hawks smile.

"I'll be there in ten."

No... no they really can't stop them, can they?

So, again, he must wonder. Why the fuck had Hawks greenlit this?

He takes note of Hawks small, comforting smile and gentle nod, before turning on his heel, and taking his leave.

Tomorrow, he’ll crash Bakugo’s mission, and hopefully… Bakugo wont be too mad at him for it.

“And 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 Bakugo” Kirishima finally speaks, as he steps forward, all eyes suddenly on him, his expression one of barely masked irritation. Of distain. “If any of you cross us going forward… I won’t be pulling 𝘢𝘯𝘺 of my punches.”

“Yeah. That.” Hawks adds on his official support, for good measure.

“Uhm, Hawks, Kirishima?” Midoriya is stood angled half to them, and half to the seated heroes, motioning to the space he’d been occupying, cutting their chat short. “If you’re ready.”

Deku is firm in his stance, although Hawks doesn’t really need it, he seems to have made a decision already. He turns his gaze to Kirishima, a scheming smile growing on his lips.

“Then we give him support.”